Hello everyone I started another story and no that doesn't I am going to quit on the other story I am doing. I will caution everybody there is Melina, Nitro, and K-Fed bashing in this story. So I apologize now to anyone who are fans of them.

Disclaimer: I only own the people that you don't recongize. The WWE owns everything else.

Chapter 1:

"Aiden get your ass movin' or I'm leavin' without ya!" Keith yelled

"You wouldn't do that I am your manager." I said walking towards my hotel room door that Keith had been knocking on.

My name is Aidenona Hunt. I know my name is weird but I feel it matches me perfectly. I am from the greatest place in the world Warsaw, Indiana (don't make me laugh greatest my butt greatly boring is more like it.). I am 23 years old, have long naturally straight brown hair with red highlights, and I have blue eyes that have a hint of light green and gray in them.

I am also the manager of the newest tag team champs (well one them at least the other has his wife as his manager.); Crimson Mask and Crow or CMC. Of course when they aren't wrestling they are Keith Shoemaker and Bert Hyde. I have been friends with those boneheads since highschool. They ended up becoming more like brothers then friends considering they always watched out for me.

"Hey what are you wearing tonight?" Keith asked as we entered our dressing room.

"My black corset top, a black and white checkered tie, black cargo capris, and of course a pair of black and white checkered chucks. (A/N: Long Live Chuck Taylors!)Why?" I said eyeing him cautiously. Just then Bert and his wife Melissa came in.

"Oh Aiden look what we got you to wear tonight." Bert said in a sing song voice. Just then he held up a black and white checkered mini skirt.

"Oh HELL NO! You ain't gettin me to wear that thing!"

"Oh come on Goober it's not like you haven't worn a skirt before." Keith said.

He had a point but last time I wore a skirt was on our debut and that was about 5 months ago. And I had no plans of wearing one again.

"So, why should I wear it anyways."

"Because we have a match against the Hardy Boyz to night and your going to distract Jeff."

"That's a terrible reason."

"But it should work since you have a wittle cwush on him." Bert teased. I swear if it wasn't for our match was soon and he had to wrestle I would have killed him.

"I better change." I quickly said as grabbed the skirt and my duffel bag. And ran into the bathroom.

Please R&R